Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Sunday On Wednesday

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AM JUST BACK FROM 10 DAYS IN SOUTHERN FLORIDA attending a very sick 93-year old relative who died while I was there.  He was more-than-ready to go and I was able to get him into Hospice at the last to disconnect all life support at his emphatic, repeated requests.  It was a humbling privilege to be with him and to support what he wanted and how he wished to die.

Meanwhile,  back in Tennessee,  I'm playing catch up.  I hate to miss a Sunday post, so I'm putting up one of my favorite psalms below. It's the (far too) busy season which means I'll be here as best I can.  Thank you for coming by.

Psalm 128

A song of ascents.

Blessed are all who fear the Lord,
    who walk in obedience to him.
You will eat the fruit of your labor;
    blessings and prosperity will be yours.
Your wife will be like a fruitful vine
    within your house;
your children will be like olive shoots
    around your table.
Yes, this will be the blessing
    for the man who fears the Lord.
May the Lord bless you from Zion;
    may you see the prosperity of Jerusalem
    all the days of your life.
May you live to see your children’s children—
    peace be on Israel.

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